I failed
to prove my obedience
by asking “why” and “what if”.
And heaven offers no salvation for dreamers
unless they stay cloaked with its holy hues.
All I have left to show
for my dreams are lost love’s ashes
clinging to the souls of every one of my failures,
who in turn are ground into oblivion.
I never thought anyone
would find comfort or inspiration in my stories,
taking cautionary tales as aspirations,
insisting there’s gold beneath the grime.
I didn’t expect you, my daughter,
knowing the selectiveness of heavenly mercy,
would demand that heaven acknowledge you
and start living up to its ideals.
How can a parent ask their child
to be less than what they are,
to shrink their spirit
when they are finally ready
to shout truth in the face
of reactionary angels?
I may repent
an innumerable host of stupid decisions
but I refuse to renounce the greatest miracle
my disobedience has birthed.
Song Choice: More Than Anything from Hazbin Hotel
Liner Notes for this Groove: I've been sick with COVID for the last week and a half. In between hacking up my lungs I got a chance to binge the musical series, Hazbin Hotel. While I enjoyed it, it's definitely not for everyone. The pacing gets a little crazy and there's a song/ scene that makes Fantine's I Dreamed a Dream from Le Miz seem like Somewhere Over the Rainbow (they were not kidding around with the content warning for episode four). But I am a sucker for musicals and characters that are idealistic dorks, like Lucifer and Charlie.
I hope you feel better soon, Rommy! Your poem and description of "Hazbiin Hotel" makes me want to check out that series now! Where is it streaming?
ReplyDeleteIt's on Amazon Prime. It's extremely irreverent, but I doubt that will put you off.
DeleteWow!
ReplyDeleteLOL, thanks
DeleteI hope you recover soon and feel better I love the emotion in your poem and the end message - Jae
ReplyDeleteThanks, Jae. I am slowly but surely getting better. And I'm glad the poem resonated with you.
Deletebut I refuse to renounce the greatest miracle
ReplyDeletemy disobedience has birthed. - strong lines!!! A power poem.
Thank you so much, Rajani. I'm glad the power of the words hit.
DeleteGood. Stay strong.
ReplyDeleteThanks for reading, J Cosmo!
Deletestrong words and a strong poem,
ReplyDeleteThank you, Alan
DeleteI would like to marry the last two lines of your poem. I want to carry it with me and shout it randomly and loudly. The who poem goes for the heart, but those closing lines... well, they fill the heart and spirit and even all those places we didn't know we needed a champion for.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Magaly. I find inspiration in the strangest places sometimes, but I'm happy for the way that inspiration plays out too.
DeleteSeriously? COVID? What an utter bore. I appreciate the warning--will be soaking up the sunshine when possible!
ReplyDeletePris cilla King
IKR? I could have wheezed for joy when the blinding headache and brain fog lifted and I could read again.
DeleteBe well soon ... the lingering kind of COVID is beyond frustrating. And now? Getting ready to binge on Amazon. Your poem is beautifully penned.
ReplyDeleteI certainly hope it doesn't linger too much longer. I am dreadfully sick of it. Thank you for the lovely words, Helen.
DeleteKeep writing - may your health return soon.
ReplyDeleteThanks! I sure hope so.
DeleteGood health soon, Rommy. Love the poem, and your miracle.
ReplyDeleteJust watched the video. I love it!!
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